This sparrow lived in the awning above the front door to my building, which I can see from my bedroom window. Each morning, he would sit on the wrought iron in a spot where the decorative glass had fallen out and would sing. I woke up like this each morning. One day, I woke to find him on the ground under the awning. I miss his song.
"Serenading Sparrow" Jessica Boehman, Watercolor and digital drawing, 2022.
They say you are supposed to start your year doing the things you want to do for the rest of the year. So, I drew. I sang, as rusty as I was. And I played my guitar. All things I want to get better at this year. Hopefully by 2023 I won't be such an amateur at the last two.
"Portrait of the Artist as an Amateur Musician" 2022. Watercolor and digital drawing.